As Luck Would Have It by Jennifer Anne Page B

lobby, his arms and legs crossed.
    “You look so hot with that babe.” He grinned from ear to ear as he reached out to devour her in his arms. “I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to keep my promise tonight,” he declared, kissing her neck.
    “You better. I’m so looking forward to just going home and relaxing in bed in your arms.”
    When they reached the suite, they made a mad dash for the bed. Marcus stretched his arm out so Sydney could scoot over and cuddle. “So what are we watching?”
    “Doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s a comedy.  Pick whatever you want.” Sydney was so comfortable with her head resting on his chest, her arm and leg draped over his body. She knew she probably wouldn’t get past the opening credits before she fell asleep. It had been such an exhausting day.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER N ine
     
     
    When they left the hotel the next morning, Sydney noticed a motorcycle parked on the side of the road. “Wow, tha t’s a nice bike,” she commented.
    “Don’t freak out, but that’s our bike. You’ll be totally safe; I’ve bee n riding since I was little.”
    “I’m not freaking. I love it.” She examined it up close. “When I was younger, I used to ride dirt bikes with the boys on the block in our backyards.” She had always wanted Philippe to get a motorcycle, but then they had kids and he never did. “You’re so awesome, babe. I love…that you’re so easy going,” he said, kissing her lips quickly to make up for the pause.
    Holy shit, he almost said he loved me. Me, as a person. I knew I should have packed an extra pair of panties.
    Marcus handed her a black three-quarter shell helmet. “Did you remember the hair tie?” he asked, holding his hand out for it.
    “Yeah, here.” She placed it in his hand.
    “Put your helmet on and turn around.” To her surprise, he grabbed her hair and braided it. It felt perfect. “I don’t want your hair to be all tangled when we get there.” He reached into his jeans pocket and handed her a lip gloss.
    She couldn’t stop smiling. He thought of everything. Even though her helmet made it difficult, she reached up and kissed him.
    Marcus put on his gray beanie helmet and mounted the bike. He held his hand out to help Sydney. “Get on.”
    Sydney grabbed his hand, swung her leg over the seat, and scooted right behind him. She placed her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back.
    “Hold on, but not too tight. I need to breathe.” He glanced back at Sydney, she nodded okay, and they were off.             
    It was a beautiful ride through the desert. She had an idea of where they might be going. There wasn’t very much to see outside of the Strip in Nevada. 
    As she suspected, they reached the Hoover Dam half an hour later. It was a spectacular view. Marcus parked the bike off to the side of the road, and they got off to take a closer look. Marcus stood behind Sydney with his arms around her waist as they gazed down at Lake Meade. Being on the dam with Marcus gave Sydney a feeling of serenity. They stood together, just staring out at the water, for over an hour.
    “We could walk the dam if you want, then I have somewhere else I want to go,” Marcus stated.
    “Yeah, that would be fine.” She turned and kissed him.
    They walked the entire length of the dam and back. “Ready to get back on the bike and go?” Marcus asked Sydney.
    She was anxious to see where they were going next. “Yeah, but we’re not going to the Grand Canyon, are we? That seems like an awful long drive from here.”
    “No, you’ll love where we’re going next. Get on.”
    The second ride took a little less than two hours. They would have been there sooner but needed to make a pit stop halfway so Sydney could use the restrooms. The wetness in her crotch was causing her to chafe between her lace panties and the tight jeans.
    If she could just keep her mind on the scenery, she’d be fine, but straddling Marcus on that